Not Ready to Make Nice

Perdonar, suena bien. Olvidar, no creo que pudiera. Eso es lo que le contestan las chicas del mítico Dixie (el Sur de la Confederación) a George Bush. Dicen que el tiempo lo cura todo pero yo sigo esperando. Criticaron la ilegal invasión de Irak en su canción Travelin' Soldier, y Bush en tono amenazante las dijo que se limitaran a cantar. Típico. Por aquel momento la opinión pública norteamericana seguía engañada por su presidente y pasaron al ostracismo. Las defendió Bruce Springsteen, y cuando se les dio la razón por fin, contraatacaron. En un vídeo que simboliza el maniqueísmo al que nos limita el señor Bush, blanco negro en continua lucha, en continua mezcla, en un manicomio que es a donde nos lleva también... y esas voces desgarradoras: Ve el vídeo

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting

I'm through, with doubt,
There's nothing left for me to figure out,
I've paid a price, and i'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

I know you said
Why can't you just get over it,
It turned my whole world around
and i kind of like it

I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby,
With no regrets and I don't mind saying,
It's a sad sad story
That a mother will teach her daughter
that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.
And how in the world
Can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Saying that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

I'm not ready to make nice,
I'm not ready to back down,
I'm still mad as hell
And I don't have time
To go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is
You think I should

Forgive, sounds good.
Forget, I'm not sure I could.
They say time heals everything,
But I'm still waiting